[Fic] The One in Which… Yunho Serenades Jaejoong
Title: The One in Which… Yunho Serenades Jaejoong
Pairing: Yunjae
Summary: Jaejoong. Life. And social media.
He slunk back further into his seat, feeling a little boredom kick in as he absentmindedly toyed with his phone in his right hand. The incessant chatter all around him was making him feel childishly lonely. Pushing his thick black-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose, he checked his phone’s notifications for the umpteenth time. 9.32pm. No new messages. He sulked and crossed his arms over his toned chest with a huff. Spotting someone staring at him with recognition, he sank lower into his seat with his head bent low, pulling up the collar of his jacket higher and pretending to be busy with his phone.
“Go.” was all Junsu and Yoochun had told him before shoving a ticket to a concert and a plane ticket to Haneda and unceremoniously dropping him off at the airport with an overnight duffel they had packed. An early Christmas present, they called it. The two younger men refused to explain anything else in the car ride to the airport but instead complained non-stop about how extremely frustrating and difficult it was to get their hands on said precious concert ticket and ohmygawd how do the fans go through this every single time? Servers and slow internet connections be damned.
So here he was, alone in Japan in the cold winter where he had no internet connection to amuse himself with while waiting for the artistes to change their costumes. He was so going kill to Yoosu when he got back. They could have at least got him a SIM card with a data plan damnit. He rubbed his thumb up and down the blank screen in annoyance, willing the eyes on him to look away.
The lights around him dimmed and a chorus of thrilled cheers rang out from all corners of the stadium. He felt the pair of eyes leave him at last and he let out a relieved sigh. Enveloped in the glowing red ocean shining bright in the darkness, he felt a sense of familiarity and security. A feeling of comfort, of encouragement, of strength, that he was so used to receiving. This breathtaking red glow of support was what he was used to like the air he breathed.
What he was not used to, however, was watching the two figures make their way from the main stage to the T-shaped runway in the centre of the moshpit where two bar stools stood prepared. A spotlight followed them as they crossed the massive stage with long legs and quick strides.
Watching them, he felt something tug at his heart, sinking it to the bottom of his stomach. There was pride and happiness of course. His heart swelled proudly when he saw what they have achieved despite all the odds against them. Yet the happiness came laced with a deep regret. The concert was already halfway through but he still could not get used to watching them from afar as part of the audience, as a spectator.
He was supposed to be there, beside them, as a fellow member.
“Hello,” Yunho greeted cheerily, sounding a little breathless. Cheers and calls of his name answered the leader. Across the stage, the bright voice pulled him out of his thoughts.
“Sorry for the delay; there was a last minute change of plans.” The tall man had his free hand braced on one hip, mouth still open in thought and microphone waiting before it. He surveyed the crowd with a slight tilt in his head and a gentle sway of his lean body. Changmin busied himself with tuning the acoustic guitar he carried with him onto the stage and adjusting the mic perched in front of it.
“I know you guys are expecting me to perform my solo dance number, but I really wanted to do something else today.” More cheers rang out and Yunho waited for them to subside before continuing. “Changmin is here to help me today. We’ve probably rehearsed this only once; and this boy here,” he clapped Changmin affectionately on the shoulder, “is pretty shy on his guitar; so please give us all your support, okay?” Yunho licked dry lips, looking nervous, and Changmin actually found the humility to chuckle sheepishly as more cheers and applause broke out. Leaning over to get into the reception range of the mic in Yunho’s hand, the younger man added “and this man here isn’t good at English, so please pardon his errors, alright?” Yunho playfully shoved the magnae back into his seat in retaliation and the audience laughed along with them.
Seated in the shadows directly facing the stage, his hand flew over his mouth to stifle laughter, careful not to let himself be heard. It was sweet, watching the camaraderie between his two dear brothers, yet it made him feel painfully alone and left out at the same time.
Yunho wiped sweat of his brow and spoke into the mic again, mouth open as he took his time to pause and find the right words. “The next song… I’d like to dedicate it to… a dear… friend of mine; of ours.” His eyes darted around the red ocean, nervous, unsure. “I don’t know if he’s here today, but I really hope that one day my words will be able to reach him.”
A small nod to Changmin and the younger man started plucking the opening chords of the song. Across them, he felt his body stiffen, unable to sway along to the music as he did to the ballads the duo performed earlier. He knew this tune. Yoochun had let him listen to it, and he had liked it and searched for the lyrics and the translation on the internet. He knew what the lyrics were about. Yunho knew that he knew what the song meant.
A swell slowly rose up his throat as he watched the soft spotlight highlight Yunho’s strong features and sharp jaw. Seeing Yunho dressed in a simple black button-down and easy jeans, he could not help but feel that this was not a U-Know Yunho performance. No, this was Jung Yunho singing his heart out. This was his Yunho singing to… (hopefully) him. And when the rich baritone began to sing, he felt something within him break.
That summer in high school when we first met
On the streets of Seoul, we became unlikely friends
And from that day onwards
I thanked God I found you
Used to smuggle liquor and sneak to the roof
Talk about our futures like we had a clue
Never dreamt that one day
I’d be losing you
In another life, I would be your boy
We keep all our promises, be us against the world
In another life, I would make you stay
So I don’t have to face the fact
That I let you walk away
I was the father and you were my Boo
Never one without the other, we made a pact
Whenever I miss you
I put our old records on
I see you got yourself some new tattoos
Reflecting your life now, of which I have no clue
I can’t help but wonder
Was I ever your muse?
But in another life, I would be your boy
We keep all our promises, be us against the world
In another life, I would make you stay
So I don’t have to face the fact
That I let you walk away
All this money can’t buy me a time machine
Can’t replace you with anything
I should’ve told you what you meant to me
Cause now I pay the price…
Yunho’s eyes were closed, lost in a memory, and Changmin’s guitar was silent. The whole stadium was deathly still. Only when Yunho continued did he release the breath he never knew he was holding.
But in another life, I’d still be your boy
A muffled sob choked him as the meaning of that one line sank into his heart and wave after wave of memories washed over him. He had heard him. That one note that Yunho’s voice nearly broke on from being consumed by all his reminiscences had reached him. Yunho’s thoughts, regrets, pain, nostalgia, longing… have all reached him.
We keep all our promises, be us against the world
In another life, I would make you stay
So I don’t have to face the fact
That I let you walk away
My one… my one…
The last note ended and Yunho finished with a wave of his hand and a small smile and bright eyes. “To my other half - Jaejoongie.”
The light on them turned off promptly, plunging the stage into complete darkness. Stunned silence reigned for a short moment before hysterical screams and excited chatter took over.
Jaejoong took no notice of the commotion erupting all around him. In his ears, only Yunho’s last words were ringing. He bent over in his seat and shuddered, feeling goosebumps break all over his skin. He was smiling, yet his vision was blurry and his cheeks were damp. An unknown warmth spread through his body, blossoming fiercely like a rose in spring. He felt his breath quicken as his heart thumped blissfully in his chest. Fishing out his phone, he ran shaky fingers across the screen.
@bornfreeonekiss
Silly Bear, you’ll always be my Yun~
*~*~*~*~*
*master fic list
A/N: The One That Got Away original lyrics by Katy Perry, Lukasz Gottwald, and Max Martin.
UGH I AM SO TIRED. Been sleeping at 4.30am for the past week and I'm supposed to be on holidays, damnit. I have an early flight to Nepal tomorrow morning but I just wanted to post something before I disappear. I MISS WRITING SO MUCH.
Sorry if the lyrics sound awkward!!! (>.<) I love the song and I mean no offense to the songwriters. There's a good reason why I'm still stuck behind my computer and not making millions writing songs. *hides* This is so embarrassing...
Pairing: Yunjae
Summary: Jaejoong. Life. And social media.
He slunk back further into his seat, feeling a little boredom kick in as he absentmindedly toyed with his phone in his right hand. The incessant chatter all around him was making him feel childishly lonely. Pushing his thick black-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose, he checked his phone’s notifications for the umpteenth time. 9.32pm. No new messages. He sulked and crossed his arms over his toned chest with a huff. Spotting someone staring at him with recognition, he sank lower into his seat with his head bent low, pulling up the collar of his jacket higher and pretending to be busy with his phone.
“Go.” was all Junsu and Yoochun had told him before shoving a ticket to a concert and a plane ticket to Haneda and unceremoniously dropping him off at the airport with an overnight duffel they had packed. An early Christmas present, they called it. The two younger men refused to explain anything else in the car ride to the airport but instead complained non-stop about how extremely frustrating and difficult it was to get their hands on said precious concert ticket and ohmygawd how do the fans go through this every single time? Servers and slow internet connections be damned.
So here he was, alone in Japan in the cold winter where he had no internet connection to amuse himself with while waiting for the artistes to change their costumes. He was so going kill to Yoosu when he got back. They could have at least got him a SIM card with a data plan damnit. He rubbed his thumb up and down the blank screen in annoyance, willing the eyes on him to look away.
The lights around him dimmed and a chorus of thrilled cheers rang out from all corners of the stadium. He felt the pair of eyes leave him at last and he let out a relieved sigh. Enveloped in the glowing red ocean shining bright in the darkness, he felt a sense of familiarity and security. A feeling of comfort, of encouragement, of strength, that he was so used to receiving. This breathtaking red glow of support was what he was used to like the air he breathed.
What he was not used to, however, was watching the two figures make their way from the main stage to the T-shaped runway in the centre of the moshpit where two bar stools stood prepared. A spotlight followed them as they crossed the massive stage with long legs and quick strides.
Watching them, he felt something tug at his heart, sinking it to the bottom of his stomach. There was pride and happiness of course. His heart swelled proudly when he saw what they have achieved despite all the odds against them. Yet the happiness came laced with a deep regret. The concert was already halfway through but he still could not get used to watching them from afar as part of the audience, as a spectator.
He was supposed to be there, beside them, as a fellow member.
“Hello,” Yunho greeted cheerily, sounding a little breathless. Cheers and calls of his name answered the leader. Across the stage, the bright voice pulled him out of his thoughts.
“Sorry for the delay; there was a last minute change of plans.” The tall man had his free hand braced on one hip, mouth still open in thought and microphone waiting before it. He surveyed the crowd with a slight tilt in his head and a gentle sway of his lean body. Changmin busied himself with tuning the acoustic guitar he carried with him onto the stage and adjusting the mic perched in front of it.
“I know you guys are expecting me to perform my solo dance number, but I really wanted to do something else today.” More cheers rang out and Yunho waited for them to subside before continuing. “Changmin is here to help me today. We’ve probably rehearsed this only once; and this boy here,” he clapped Changmin affectionately on the shoulder, “is pretty shy on his guitar; so please give us all your support, okay?” Yunho licked dry lips, looking nervous, and Changmin actually found the humility to chuckle sheepishly as more cheers and applause broke out. Leaning over to get into the reception range of the mic in Yunho’s hand, the younger man added “and this man here isn’t good at English, so please pardon his errors, alright?” Yunho playfully shoved the magnae back into his seat in retaliation and the audience laughed along with them.
Seated in the shadows directly facing the stage, his hand flew over his mouth to stifle laughter, careful not to let himself be heard. It was sweet, watching the camaraderie between his two dear brothers, yet it made him feel painfully alone and left out at the same time.
Yunho wiped sweat of his brow and spoke into the mic again, mouth open as he took his time to pause and find the right words. “The next song… I’d like to dedicate it to… a dear… friend of mine; of ours.” His eyes darted around the red ocean, nervous, unsure. “I don’t know if he’s here today, but I really hope that one day my words will be able to reach him.”
A small nod to Changmin and the younger man started plucking the opening chords of the song. Across them, he felt his body stiffen, unable to sway along to the music as he did to the ballads the duo performed earlier. He knew this tune. Yoochun had let him listen to it, and he had liked it and searched for the lyrics and the translation on the internet. He knew what the lyrics were about. Yunho knew that he knew what the song meant.
A swell slowly rose up his throat as he watched the soft spotlight highlight Yunho’s strong features and sharp jaw. Seeing Yunho dressed in a simple black button-down and easy jeans, he could not help but feel that this was not a U-Know Yunho performance. No, this was Jung Yunho singing his heart out. This was his Yunho singing to… (hopefully) him. And when the rich baritone began to sing, he felt something within him break.
That summer in high school when we first met
On the streets of Seoul, we became unlikely friends
And from that day onwards
I thanked God I found you
Used to smuggle liquor and sneak to the roof
Talk about our futures like we had a clue
Never dreamt that one day
I’d be losing you
In another life, I would be your boy
We keep all our promises, be us against the world
In another life, I would make you stay
So I don’t have to face the fact
That I let you walk away
I was the father and you were my Boo
Never one without the other, we made a pact
Whenever I miss you
I put our old records on
I see you got yourself some new tattoos
Reflecting your life now, of which I have no clue
I can’t help but wonder
Was I ever your muse?
But in another life, I would be your boy
We keep all our promises, be us against the world
In another life, I would make you stay
So I don’t have to face the fact
That I let you walk away
All this money can’t buy me a time machine
Can’t replace you with anything
I should’ve told you what you meant to me
Cause now I pay the price…
Yunho’s eyes were closed, lost in a memory, and Changmin’s guitar was silent. The whole stadium was deathly still. Only when Yunho continued did he release the breath he never knew he was holding.
But in another life, I’d still be your boy
A muffled sob choked him as the meaning of that one line sank into his heart and wave after wave of memories washed over him. He had heard him. That one note that Yunho’s voice nearly broke on from being consumed by all his reminiscences had reached him. Yunho’s thoughts, regrets, pain, nostalgia, longing… have all reached him.
We keep all our promises, be us against the world
In another life, I would make you stay
So I don’t have to face the fact
That I let you walk away
My one… my one…
The last note ended and Yunho finished with a wave of his hand and a small smile and bright eyes. “To my other half - Jaejoongie.”
The light on them turned off promptly, plunging the stage into complete darkness. Stunned silence reigned for a short moment before hysterical screams and excited chatter took over.
Jaejoong took no notice of the commotion erupting all around him. In his ears, only Yunho’s last words were ringing. He bent over in his seat and shuddered, feeling goosebumps break all over his skin. He was smiling, yet his vision was blurry and his cheeks were damp. An unknown warmth spread through his body, blossoming fiercely like a rose in spring. He felt his breath quicken as his heart thumped blissfully in his chest. Fishing out his phone, he ran shaky fingers across the screen.
@bornfreeonekiss
Silly Bear, you’ll always be my Yun~
*~*~*~*~*
*master fic list
A/N: The One That Got Away original lyrics by Katy Perry, Lukasz Gottwald, and Max Martin.
UGH I AM SO TIRED. Been sleeping at 4.30am for the past week and I'm supposed to be on holidays, damnit. I have an early flight to Nepal tomorrow morning but I just wanted to post something before I disappear. I MISS WRITING SO MUCH.
Sorry if the lyrics sound awkward!!! (>.<) I love the song and I mean no offense to the songwriters. There's a good reason why I'm still stuck behind my computer and not making millions writing songs. *hides* This is so embarrassing...